Thirst for insight compares to curse,
set up for failure, a sculptured impossibility.
How to satisfy a desire for infinite substance,
but with youth brings idealistic minds
which fade and crumble, grow defective over time,
So perfectly
we are left with a collection of wits and intellects
spent and expended
happy inevitably in a penitentiary of insanity,
a prison
but blissful (we think) all the while.
~ Pseudo Poems
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